I finally saw VERA DRAKE yesterday. I was very much looking forward to seeing this film, but I walked away underwhelmed and disappointed. Perhaps I had heard so many positive things about Imelda Staunton's performance that it could not live up to my expectations. (Yes, I know. This will be a very unpopular opinion.)
Yes, she is quiet and understated and natural, qualities that I long for in acting. But I kept waiting for the moment that makes her performance revelatory, the moment that shows that she is the only actress who could have done that role in that way, but it never came. For example, Stockard Channing in SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION several years ago. The monologue at the dinner table near the end of the film that leaves you breathless. Or more recently, the look on Catalina Moreno Sandino's face as she swallows the capsules filled with heroine or Virginia Madsen's monologue in SIDEWAYS.
For me, this may be the fault of the film. When questioned by the police about why she "helps" young women, she never answers. I expected there to be a monologue about why...she was raped as a child, her own mother's life had been so difficult raising a child on her own...something. Instead, we see Vera perform abortions in the first half of the film, with almost the same happy-go-lucky attitude with which she does everything else; during the second half of the film she cries.
I wanted to like the film. I wanted to like her. Unfortunately, now I must suffer the flames of the BWW board because I liked neither.
"I am open, and I am willing,
For to be hopeless would seem so strange.
It dishonors those who go before us,
So lift me up to the light of change."
Holly Near